A mech stood tall within the grand, sci-fi underground microcity.
Fang Ran had originally been idling around with everyone, tinkering with strange abilities, but the moment he sensed the abnormal aura suddenly erupting here, he rushed over.
He looked at the tall woman floating before the Wanderer Night Angel, seeming to carry an angelic radiance.
In that instant, a series of thoughts surfaced in his mind: Thank goodness Ling seems okay. Why is she in her adult form? She somehow feels a little different. Wait, that chill just now... Holy shit, did I get caught again? And so on.
But before he could settle the emotional turmoil brought on by the thought that Her Majesty the Queen has awakened,
A cold, clear sentence stirred up even greater waves in his heart the next second.
"You are Fang Ran?"
The instant he heard those words, Fang Ran froze as he watched the tall figure slowly descend from above.
Huh... what?
He was momentarily bewildered, unable to understand why she spoke as if she did not know him.
Fang Ran stared blankly at Ling in her adult form—or rather, at the grown woman before him, with her long hair and formal gown, her coldness carrying an air of majestic splendor.
Then, after sensing something unfamiliar from her,
He finally confirmed that the strange feeling from before had not been an illusion. After a moment of speechlessness, he asked in incredulous test,
"Your Majesty...?"
Hearing that form of address and confirming that he was calling her,
The tall figure in the gown raised an eyebrow slightly but said nothing. Floating in midair, she calmly watched the young man below with pale golden eyes.
Black hair, very young, Huaxian, somewhat ordinary.
After looking at him for a while, she gave an amused little "Heh."